Redemption
by daemon angelus
Chapter 2: Revelations
dae: chappie 2 on the way! wanna give my thanks to Mouse for reviewing and pointing out the plot errors.. -nervous laugh- thanks ALOT for telling me all that stuff i was unsure of especially the sacred order bit! but erm like i said, this fic is slightly AU so lets just take it that the sacred order is still alive and kicking and that our dear millia is a gear (if not the relation won't be so special.. haha) but thanks for your helpful info! now i won't have to go around like an idiot when it comes to the grittier details about ggx..
so here a few notes:
in this story, the sacred order is still around, just more evil. and millia is a full-fledged gear, turned into one by zato-one rather unwillingly. she still has the enchanted hair though.
ook now that that's all cleared up, on to the story! oh wait.. darn the disclaimer.
disclaimer: nope don't own ggx or dnangel... if i did, i would make sure that ggx ky's starting/victory pic would be in ALL the gg games xp
Steel blue eyes stared blankly out of the window, a veil of rain distorting the buildings before him. Long, dark brown hair lay limp on the dirty couch, the red headband casting a mysterious shadow over the man's downcast eyes. His treasured weapon, the sword called Fireseal, lay propped against the same couch, Fuenken silent in the sound of rain. The prototype Gear clenched his large fist into a ball, pain and frustration ripping his heart apart.
Why... how could this happen? I thought we were free... so why have they taken you again?
The crimson 'Rock You' headband slid lower down Sol Badguy's forehead, completely covering his sapphire orbs. The two of them had came to France for a holiday, to escape from the place where harsh memories were kept. But even in this beautiful and far-off land, they were still chasing them.
A sudden knock on the regularly kicked door announced someone's arrival. Growling, the bounty hunter pushed himself out of the couch, the rusty springs creaking all the way.
It better not be Kuradoberi...
Flinging open the door, the Corrupted Flame was met with blood red eyes and a full head of silver hair. Snarling, he attempted to push - more like throw - the man backwards, on guard for any attacks from the ninja. The latter quickly made a sign with his hands and disappeared, materialising behind his companion with a sheepish expression on his very American face. Sol scowled as the ninja's companion smiled brightly and greeted him with a bow.
"Sol-kun! We thought you wouldn't be home! Seems like you're a little slow today huh?"
"Anji and the ninja boy," Sol ignored the protest Chipp gave and shot him a look that clearly said 'shut it'.
The fan wielder laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension between the two men. "Now, now Sol-kun, aren't you going to invite us in?"
Rolling his steel blue eyes, Sol trudged back to the stained couch, leaving the door open for Anji and Chipp. The two Japanese (well, let's just make the guy happy and call him Japanese) walked in and tried to settle down on a chair each. 'Tried' being the operative word. Both flimsy wooden chairs looked like they were about to fall apart, unable to support the two fighters' weight. Indifferent, Sol cast a suspicious glance at the two men, cocking his eyebrow in the process.
"So what brings you two here? You aren't exactly the visiting kind of people..."
The bespectacled Japanese instantly dropped his cheery expression. A solemn look plastered on his face, Anji stood and folded his arms, staring at Sol as if he were the biggest idiot in the world. When Sol's expression didn't change, Anji threw his arms up into the air and shouted some curse word in Japanese. Chipp on the other hand, stared at his friend with the same dense look on Sol's face.
"I can't believe how dense you can get..." Sol's hand stretched towards his trusted sword. "Mah, mah... well as I was saying, we were here because we have some information on where Millia-chan might be."
Rage painted the once impatient look on the Gear's face, his voice soft but dripping with venom. He already had a pretty good idea of who had taken her, all he needed was for Anji to confirm it.
"Where?"
"The Sacred Order of Holy Knights."
Stunned, steel blue eyes widened at the name of the corrupted order he had left behind. Sol had heard of how the order had changed under the rule of Dark Mousey and the rumours weren't pretty.
I thought that shadow bastard had taken her... but Kiske's people? Fuck I didn't expect this!
Anji caught his shocked expression and was puzzled. Didn't he already know? "Sol-kun, are you alright?"
The Gear didn't bother replying as he grabbed his Fuenken and headed for the door.
Damn... wait for me Millia... I'm gonna get you back...
Crimson orbs watched the man clad in red slam the door loudly, wincing at the sudden assault on the wooden board. Sighing, Chipp ran a gloved hand through his silver locks as he glanced at his raven haired friend, who just shrugged at the Gear's actions.
"Man, that's thanks for you."
It's here...
Cerulean and emerald eyes followed the armoured truck as it drove into the loading bay. The metallic covering gleamed brightly in the glaring lights of the bay, its large rubber tyres slowing to a halt in front of the knight. Ky watched cautiously as the driver and his co-worker made their way towards the back of the truck. Leaping off the elevated platform, the French joined them, his guard not letting up even the slightest bit. When facing such dangerous and often frightened weapons, one had to be extra careful. Fear was a powerful driving force and Ky still wanted to breathe the next twenty minutes.
Nodding to the two men, his grip on Furaiken tightened, ready for any sudden attacks from the captured Gear. As the back door opened, beryl and teal orbs narrowed, his slender frame dropping into a defensive stance. He sensed it, the fearful aura from the Gear. Her strength had returned, the drug had already worn off.
"Leave. Now."
His harsh tone surprised the workers but they nodded and did as they were told. The two doors remained half-opened, leaving the cargo space pitch black. Silence passed between Ky and the Gear. He couldn't see her but she was there. Her frightened aura was overwhelming.
She'll attack for sure... fear is a powerful motivator...
Suddenly, golden strands shot towards the knight, their ends shaping into sharp needles as they pierced through the metallic doors. Alert, Ky leaped backwards, avoiding the powerful and deadly strands of hair.
So this is what Dark meant by 'insane hair'... but she won't last long.
Battling an opponent who used a weapon such as a sword or in this case hair, one should not be caught up with fighting the weapon itself. Instead, one should always aim for the opponent himself.
Disable the person and you disable the weapon.
Thunderseal glowed an eerie whitish-blue, the blade crackling with lightning. Flicking his sword, Ky let loose a sharp bolt of electricity, planning to stun the Gear who was still inside the truck. That was the one mistake she made, staying in such a confined space. That was the mistake they all made and Ky had learnt to take advantage of it. The Stun Edge met its mark as a piercing scream erupted from the battered truck. Ky eyed the entrance, waiting for the Gear to make herself known. Slowly, the shadowy figure came into the light of the bay, her lithe body still harbouring sparks of blue lightning. The injured Gear leaned against the side of the truck for support, her hair twitching impatiently.
"Where... am I...? Why did you take me here!"
Beryl orbs widened as the Russian spun around in three consecutive circles, each time releasing a jade coloured and razor-sharp disc. Slicing through the air, they created a sharp sound as they approached the knight. Even though he had been a little surprised, Ky Kiske had faced countless Gears and he was ready for anything they could throw at him.
Attacking from a distance for fear of another lightning attack? Typical... but all together useless.
Focusing on his next and final attack, the French knight was engulfed in a bright turquoise light. Just as the first emerald disc nearly sliced into him, Ky placed both his hands on his Furaiken and thrusted it forward, unleashing a large spike of holy lightning.
"Rising Force!"
The whitish-blue bolt of electricity cut through all three glowing emerald discs, each one disintegrating into nothing. Sapphire eyes stared dumbfounded as the attack raced towards her. It was nearing too quickly for her to react and even if she could, her own Iron Maiden would take too long to reach the knight. Bracing herself, the Gear was thrown backwards from the impact of the attack, electricity coursing painfully through her already exhausted body. She would have screamed from the pain, but the electricity had already numbed her brain and knocked her unconscious.
Outside the armoured truck, Ky stood motionless for a few minutes. He waited for the electricity in her body to escape into the air, not exactly keen of being in the same place with electricity and metal.
She's more powerful than I thought... better keep an eye on her next time -
"Excellent work Ky... I see your skills are still as sharp as ever."
The French glanced at the young man on his right out of his emerald coloured eye. Teal met maroon as Dark Mousey smirked at the knight, his leather outfit gleaming brightly under the loading bay's lights. Snapping his slender fingers, Dark eyed the truck in which the new Gear laid. A dozen men rushed to the truck, preparing to haul out the unconscious Gear. Before they could reach the entrance of the vehicle, the long blade of Furaiken stopped them in their tracks. Puzzled, the men looked at their superior, waiting for his instructions. The lavender haired man waved his hand, telling them to let the knight be. The blonde stepped into the truck and approached the motionless Gear. His expression softened when he saw her messy clothes and hair, both slightly charred from his last attack. Sighing, he made a mental note to not overdo things next time.
I guess using Rising Force was a little harsh on her...
Placing his Thunderseal between his belt and back, Ky gently lifted the female Gear in his muscular yet slender arms. Careful not to clutch her too tightly, the slightly bashful knight made his way out of the truck and past his superior. Dark remained unfazed and his tone held no emotion.
"Be careful Ky. You don't know what you're getting into."
Ignoring the warning, Ky carried the injured Gear into the dark hallway and towards one of the cells, prisoner at the Sacred Order of Holy knights...
whoa.. think that was quite a long chappy haha. but you all may not share my views.. happy to hear what you all think about the length of the chappy! and of course the overall story... anyways smallish note: the last sentence can mean both ky and millia... yar i just LOVE hidden meanings xD see if you spot any in my upcoming chappies!
